"If the Chantry ends up in such a way, that's they're own fault for refusing to adapt."

A slight sigh leaves Alayre. "Yes, yes. I'm certainly getting ahead of myself here." He admits honestly. "Though, someday we'll reach those goals but not on this day." Another chilly gust of wind blows past and Alayre makes a frown. "This has been a long winter. I doubt spring shall cone early this year. It's far too cold."

He glances towards the frozen horizon briefly before turning to James with a look of concern in his grey gaze. "Shall you speak with the advisors soon? I can tell the Seeker is quite crossed with me and for good reason." Alayre is dreading the conversations that will come with any of the advisors, especially with Pentaghast.